16) Lidie Meaks was a medium-sized, elegant figure, wearing a neatly fitted travelling dress of black alpaca, her raven black hair, copious both in length and volume and figured like a deep river rippled by the wind was parted in the centre and combed smoothly down, ornamenting her pink temples with a flowing tracery that passed round to its modillion windings on a graceful time.
17) The sea raged, the wind howled, and the sand was just plain irritated.
18) We stumbled numbly, dragging behind us the frozen dead corpse of our friend, Bartholomew, whom the hardened permafrost of the tundra had resisted our burying.
19) If it weren't for the knee-high sewage lapping at his dress pants and the confused terrorist spraying automatic gunfire over his head, Johnson could see little reason to change his mind about the wisdom of registering at a two-star hotel.
20) The Prince stood, wondering how her supple lips would feel against his own and contemplated how bad Sleeping Beauty's morning breath would be after one hundred years.
21) The butler did it. Sorry!! I've given the ending away - I couldn't help myself.
22) The thunder sounded like a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage
23) Thockmorton knew if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber, he would never hear the end of it.
24) The newest Lady Turnpot descended, her creamy bosom rising and falling like a temperamental souffle.
25) The sun rose over the Canada geese, feathered rumps mooning the day.
26) She gratefully popped the glass orb back in place with a soft sucking sound.
27) The moment he laid eyes on inmate #472825994, he became a prisoner of love.
28) As the blue screen froze, Capt Kirk vowed never to use a Microsoft system again.
29) The blood dripped from his nose like hot grease from a roasting bratwurst pierced with a fork, except that grease isn't red and the blood wasn't that hot and it wasn't a fork that poked him in the nose.
30) This is a story of twin Siamese kittens, or, more specifically, of their shared appendage; it is a tail of two kitties.
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